A few weeks have passed and Maddox and I have developed our own little routine. Despite Maddox's occasional grumbling about not needing to be babied and such, it's been quiet.

Ever since the night we slept in the same bed, we've barely seen each other. Only dinner is the time I can sit down and enjoy his company. Maddox was often holed up in his office, presumably following the trail of whoever shot him.

Oh boy, I did not envy that person.

It was almost a tangible need in its own right how much I wanted to see Maddox. Even just a glimpse here and there could satisfy me for an hour. But I hadn't seen hide nor hair of Maddox all day...and I missed him. Badly.

I chose not to dwell on how badly I missed him as I confidently knocked on his bedroom door. At least I hope it came across as confident. I was a tangle of nerves inside for the most part. I was making a real move, and I wasn't sure how Maddox would react.

The structure of our relationship had changed drastically. Maddox treated me more as a partner....like a boyfriend type partner. I wasn't afraid anymore of the big bad crime boss.

All I saw was a sexy as hell man whose bones I wanted to jump at every opportunity I got. Which wasn't any so far. What with Maddox's injury and how often he was buried in work. But he wasn't buried in work now, and he had made a steady recovery. But I also saw the man who held my hand and kissed my tenderly in the middle of the night. The man who begged me to stay when he was at his most vulnerable.

Despite the thick door, Maddox's 'Enter' rang clear. Twisting the knob I pushed the door open.

I had to stop myself from salivating at the sight of Maddox. Plaid pyjama pants hung indecently low on his hips, tempting me with that treasure trail and sexy v bone. His abs were pulled taunt, arm muscles flexing slightly as he pulled a book from his shelf.

With the book in hand, a stony faced Maddox turned to greet me. Little flakes of snow drifted and swirled outside the window. I shivered, not from the cold, but from the barely concealed lust shining in Maddox's eyes. His face was still as unreadable as stone, but his eyes told me all I needed to know.

My cock swelled inside my jeans, the fabric stiff and unyielding. Damn, of all days to forgo underwear. Maddox tapped a finger absently against the book in his grip, and I bit my lip to force back a needy whimper.

Maddox smirked once he saw the recognition in my eyes. The book to open the door leading towards that 'room'. The 'room' that was the setting in nearly every one of my dreams for the past few weeks.

I clenched my ass in anticipation.

Austin made an erotic vision as he struggled to hold himself back. When I had heard the knock, I had recognized Austin to be the one behind it. Anyone else would have identified themselves with the knock, it was just a force of habit, especially when it came to my private areas. I had been reaching for the book before my guess had been confirmed.

Need coiled in my stomach. Pre-cum leaked from my slit, and I knew these pants were destined for the wash. But the sound of Austin's harsh breathing filling the silence was a wonderful distraction. I had almost growled in satisfaction when he had sunk his teeth into a plump lip. I wanted to taste those glistening lips. I wanted to tear that denim right off of Austin and do many things to that perfect ass.

Releasing his lip, Austin took a few tentative steps forward. I stayed where I was, curious to see what he would do. Once close enough, Austin reached out and palmed my shaft through my pants.

My breath hitched, and I resisted the urge grab onto the pebbled stubs straining against Austin's shirt. They would look so beautiful with clamps attached to them. The chain swinging as I ploughed into his hole.

Austin swallowed. Releasing my throbbing cock and balls, Austin pushed open the bookshelf. Turning back to face me, Austin stepped back until he was inside my playroom, throwing his shirt to the side. I wanted to lick every inch of that creamy skin, leave my mark everywhere I could reach.

With a cheeky grin, he undid the fly of his jeans. His slightly smaller, but still thick and long, member sprang out of its prison. Leaving a trail of pearly fluid on his pristine skin, Austin slowly started to stroke himself as he kicked his jeans to join his shirt.

This time I did growl as Austin spread his fluid down his swollen length.

"You're playing with fire, pet."

In response, Austin trailed a hand down to start working his balls. His breathing was shallow, mouth opened as the sounds of pleasure escaped his lips.

My cock twitched. Liquid fire surged through my veins.

Austin glanced up and gave another cheeky grin. "We never did finish our training."